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quarta-feira, 21 de novembro de 2012

A Legacy by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

No living atom comes at last to naught!Active in each is still the eternal Thought:Hold fast to Being if thou wouldst be blest.Being is without end; for changeless lawsBind that from which the All its glory drawsOf living treasures endlessly possessed.Unto the wise of old this truth was known,Such wisdom knit their noble souls in one;

Then hold thou still the lore of ancient days!To that high power thou ow'st it, son of man,By whose decree the earth its circuit ranAnd all the planets went their various ways.Then inward turn at once thy searching eyes;Thence shalt thou see the central truth ariseFrom which no lofty soul goes e'er astray;There shalt thou miss no needful guiding sign—

For conscience lives, and still its light divineShall be the sun of all thy moral day.Next shalt thou trust thy senses' evidence,And fear from them no treacherous offenceWhile the mind's watchful eye thy road commands:With lively pleasure contemplate the sceneAnd roam securely, teachable, serene,At will throughout a world of fruitful lands.

Enjoy in moderation all life gives:Where it rejoices in each thing that livesLet reason be thy guide and make thee see.Then shall the distant past be present still,The future, ere it comes, thy vision fill—Each single moment touch eternity.Then at the last shalt thou achieve thy quest,And in one final, firm conviction rest:What bears for thee true fruit alone is true.

Prove all things, watch the movement of the worldAs down the various ways its tribes are whirled;Take thou thy stand among the chosen few.Thus hath it been of old; in solitudeThe artist shaped what thing to him seemed good,The wise man hearkened to his own soul's voice.Thus also shalt thou find thy greatest bliss;To lead where the elect shall follow—thisAnd this alone is worth a hero's choice.

AND WE HAVE LIFTOFF!

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Here at least We shall be free

Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure; and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.

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Quisquis ovem simulat, hunc lupus ore vorat

Don't be trapped by old concepts, Matthew, you're evolving into a new lifeform.

"I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

Lupus in fabula

Kitler

Heil, Kitty!

Elefant Island

My name is Frankie Wild-o. Me hut's on Elephant Isle. The wall's without a single brick And the roof's without a tile. Nevertheless I must confess, By many and many a mile, It's the most palatial dwelling place You'll find on Elephant Isle.

William Irwin Thompson's At the Edge of History

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Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun
Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning
Under the eaves the swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Over the mountain watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness
Waking the grapevine
Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his questions to Heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving
Set the controls for the heart of the sun

The Golden Apples of The Sun

Wandering Angus (Golden Apples of the Sun) Wm. Butler Yeats I went out to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head Cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry to a thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth-like stars were flickering out I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor And gone to blow the fire aflame Something rustled on the floor And someone called me by my name. It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And vanished in the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands I will find out where she has gone And kiss her lips and take her hand And walk through long green dappled grass And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun.